User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20120327184842/@comment-25220117-20120904143325

Vear's paw lowers upon one of his blades, gripping it in the way one grips a thrashing adder, but doesn't bother moving without further orders

''Lynch looks upon the hastily shrinking figure of the mouse, and lears his yellow teeth hatefully. Turning to a thin, older rat in a skullcap, sucking an egg he managed to sneak away with, Lynch shakes his head "Why even bother followin' th' little worm? If that bloody keep's as big as `e says it is, will be able t' see it from miles away" Rutig tosses his now empty egg shell aside into the undergrowth, smacking his lips "I'm sure th' Chief knows `is ways. We cudd use th' mouse to our advantage-Captive fer negotiations, fer example. If they gots that much treasure they wouldn't want t' give it all away f' free, y'see, Lynch. Now if yew'll excuse me, I'm off t' follow Chief's orders" Taking his spear from where it was shoved into the dirt, he began moving off''